sabbath damien
as i feel you leave my body i begin to cry. the pain is unbearable knowing you are rotting in me. as my stomach contracts i weep, i dont want you to die. i want you here with me. my blood is poisoned with your flesh. i dont think i can survive this. my gasps are coming shorter. i have nothing to mourn with, you have turned to pulp. your grave is etched into my mind. your small body laced with petals.